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Side 11
... Seemed ever on the brink of change ; Still ready , even in anger's stress , To tremble into tenderness . Oh ! she was glorious in a storm ! The lofty head , the heaving form , The flash , the nostrils fluttering free , All , all were ...
... Seemed ever on the brink of change ; Still ready , even in anger's stress , To tremble into tenderness . Oh ! she was glorious in a storm ! The lofty head , the heaving form , The flash , the nostrils fluttering free , All , all were ...
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... seemed to forewarn them of an approaching storm . Jeremiah now bethought himself that they had done a very foolish thing in leaving the tavern , as he had directed Mr. Tremlett to write to him at that place , and it was probable that a ...
... seemed to forewarn them of an approaching storm . Jeremiah now bethought himself that they had done a very foolish thing in leaving the tavern , as he had directed Mr. Tremlett to write to him at that place , and it was probable that a ...
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... seemed to indicate that he was a Friend , and his glossy hair , cut with mathematical precision , and his plain language , left no doubt in the minds of our travellers that such was the fact . Upon hearing Jeremiah's story , Friend ...
... seemed to indicate that he was a Friend , and his glossy hair , cut with mathematical precision , and his plain language , left no doubt in the minds of our travellers that such was the fact . Upon hearing Jeremiah's story , Friend ...
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... seemed like adding the mockery of rejoicing to the desolation of despair . Silence reigned in the ranks of the Spaniards , as mile after mile of their toilsome retreat was accomplished . They had nearly arrived at the coast , when , as ...
... seemed like adding the mockery of rejoicing to the desolation of despair . Silence reigned in the ranks of the Spaniards , as mile after mile of their toilsome retreat was accomplished . They had nearly arrived at the coast , when , as ...
Side 46
... seemed enveloped in solemn mystery ; and the sur- rounding forest , with its drooping garlands of hanging moss , seemed decked in funereal weeds for the fate alike of victor and vanquished . Every place which has been the scene of ...
... seemed enveloped in solemn mystery ; and the sur- rounding forest , with its drooping garlands of hanging moss , seemed decked in funereal weeds for the fate alike of victor and vanquished . Every place which has been the scene of ...
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Side 409 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 409 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 409 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Side 409 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Side 93 - In my opinion, profound minds are the most likely to think lightly of the resources of human reason; and it is the pert superficial thinker who is generally strongest in every kind of unbelief. The deep philosopher sees chains of causes and effects so wonderfully and strangely linked together, that he is usually the last person to decide upon the impossibility of any two series of events being independent of each other...
Side 90 - Those morning haunts are where they should be, at home; not sleeping, or concocting the surfeits of an irregular feast, but up and stirring, in winter often ere the sound of any bell awake men to labour or to devotion; in summer as oft with the bird that first rouses, or not much tardier, to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught: then, with useful and generous labours preserving the body's health and hardiness...
Side 64 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Side 75 - ... the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Side 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 90 - ... to read good authors, or cause them to be read, till the attention be weary, or memory have its full fraught; then with useful and generous labors preserving the body's health and hardiness to render lightsome, clear, and not lumpish obedience to the mind, to the cause of religion, and our country's liberty...